I thhink it went something like this..
(didn't have a title maybe you can help)
The saddest Tale I ever heard
Was of a poor romantic Bird
Who loved and lost, and, here's the spoiler,
Became an ardent Bunny Boiler.
She was not beautiful - or gross,
She was not Glenn - or even Close,
But caught offguard by Handsome Twat
Believed she might just be 'all that'.
He was the most almighty Flirt
Perfection ironed in every Shirt,
And Sloaney Wife and big posh House
Could not contain this heartless Louse.
Upon our Heroine he preyed
Relentless in his lust crusade,
And soon she fell for his great charm
Despite her inbuilt Twat Alarm.
Into romantic Trysts he dragged her
Eventually, of course, he shagged her.
And all was well, as was his Whim,
Until she fell in love with him.
And from the moment that he knew
She wanted more than just a Screw
His Ardour cooled, his Courage slumped,
And very swiftly she was Dumped.
Of course she suffered, quite confused,
She realised she had been used
And turned for solace to some Mums,
Who acted as her Virtual Chums
And helped her overcome her Rage
With Words so witty, sane and sage,
That soon her Pain had been obscured,
Her Bunnyboilerhood quite cured.
And if you're sure this Tale ends well
Remember that there is in Hell
No Fury like a Woman scorned.
All Twats beware - You have been warned.
Yes, the Slag thing is firmly tongue in cheek - based on my experience of posting on this topic back in Feb. we can rename if it offends - gracey - perhaps you can suggest summat funny.